Sam's face still held the half smile as he surveyed the menu, then watched his nephew turn on that certain brand of charm that had to be genetic. Dad could do it, Dean was the damn charm champion and now it looked like the prince here was making a run for the crown. He told the waitress that he'd have the same, after hearing Robbie's order.
"So, I think I pissed off your aunt." Sam mentioned casually. He didn't really care. Okay, he did, but right now he didn't want to be thinking about the reprecussions that awaited him at home.